Pool of Bile.
Sitting in a pool of bile.
Living in a world defiled.
Detachment employ in localized hospitals fear.
The country that was free which became defenseless to enemies that made their way here.
The Syrian in the pizza shop in woods? Has he poisoned?
The two blond girls political figures sought. Were they the fatherless sisters?
Soon as you land a jet that’s when the intercept does it again.
Close down the doors and try another way.
Hold on to all you can while cherishing familial properties.
Watch as espionage appears to bring your ancient family keepsakes to auction.
They appear no different than oppressors before.
Whom must be paid?
Have you not a duchy from which tax can sustain your guard?
It is obligation to win love.
Not poison.
One hole closed another now leaks.
The longer term sustaining leads to cancer pains.
No not like Marie.
Justified in waiting for restoration.
How could they, with all that was slain in the name of propagation, sleep soundly this evening?
To restore now isn’t impossible for their is more than hope preserved.
The treasures I’m holding on foot to be told that it’s once again proof the Kingdoms are my own.
The rank of Royal status various among the families extensions.
The truth in the successor is proof in the Kings hymn.
Not lost and alliance forming has sounded their horns.
Appearing as a devil with redness screaming into the aspiration that slid down the wrong path.
I am not God.
I am not a Devil.
I’m a man tortured by illegal search and seizure intercepts.
With loyalty to the next generation.
Be not enslaved by illegal occupiers masking with propaganda.
Rise up strong and for the crown oust all whom continue histories revisions.
The vision of us here after is one that promises paradise.
Repent my warriors for their may be sacrifice in massacre come February.
This evil command shall be drawn forth, and for each line which misleads by way of election, the soil in their pants shall be no less a pool of bile.
May the corrupt be processed to the fullest extent.